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A Witch Life | Chapter 7

Mariah and Eileen walked through the heat, dressed down to t-shirts and shorts. South Africa's weather was a vast contrast from the cooler weather of Forks, where a jacket was almost always essential to have on hand. It was nice to be in a warmer climate again. They had been so used to the Louisiana heat, and this was closer than Forks could get.

They were just outside of Cape Town, walking along a seemingly vacant part of the beach where no others walked. Ella and Merida had met up with them minutes prior, As they neared the cloaked town they were in search of, fresh cloaking from the urgency of the caution of war arising within the magical world, they could feel the magic growing. They were close.

They walked away from the beach, closer to the mountains as the magic grew stronger in that direction. Eileen stopped and Mariah's eyes landed on her, "Do you feel it?" She nodded.

Eileen was an aqua witch, and they were on a beach. She had a stronger sense of the magic around her since it was likely generated while channeling magic from the water. She walked over to a boulder stumped in the ground, wiping her hand over it to reveal a sigil. It was a shield, a paw print carved into the center of it.

There were words carved perfectly under them. "Yima Womelele, Yima Ngobude".

In Cape Town, South Africa, there was a coven, whose town is located inside of a mountain. The coven's leader was Mary-Ann Carlyle. She was a protection witch. Like the aid witch, protection witches focus on shields and protection charms, general defense of magic and non-magic beings. Unlike the aid witch, protection witches are more secluded and coven-oriented, they hold less care for those who are not close to them or their coven.

Coven Carlyle's words are "yima womelele, yima ngobude" or "stand strong, stand tall". It was a declaration of defense for their people. Their motto was similar to Veda's, but more focused on asserting protection over self-preservation.

Eileen looked up when she heard Ella's soft call. She and Merida were in front of a rock wall, waiting patiently for their witches to follow. As Mariah and Eileen walked over, they were suddenly halted when an animal suddenly appeared.

It moved in a blur, hardly giving any of them a chance to react. The animal quickly had Ella, who had been too startled to defend herself, pinned to the ground by her neck. She squirmed and screamed in resistance, and Merida went to attack as Eileen and Mariah quickly moved to defend themselves.

Everything came to a stop when a woman's voice spoke firmly, "Nqumama!" (Stop!) The mysterious animal stopped and they saw the maned wolf standing over Ella, her jaws locked around her throat. Eileen was panicking as she saw this, but stayed as still as possible to avoid doing something worse. Ella hissed and scratched, but made no mark on the creature. Merida was being held back by Mariah's magic.

"Yima!" (Stand!) Both the witches turned to see a woman standing next to the boulder they had just moved from. Her form was stiff and her fists were clenched. Her eyes returned to the maned wolf, holding out a hand, "Yiza apha." (Come here.)

The wolf left Ella and walked over to her witch, accepting her hand and standing beside her. The woman's eyes watched them as Eileen ran to Ella, kneeling down and scooping her in her arms. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, swallowing hard to stop the fear she had just felt from spilling from her eyes.

The cat gave a soft meow and Eileen turned to Mariah again, giving a gentle nod. Merida returned to her witch's side, hissing softly in front of her. The woman paid no attention to the familiars, but instead to the couple. "Who are you?" she asked.

Ella moved to perch on Eileen's shoulder as she spoke, "My name is Eileen Ruth, this is Mariah Miss."

"We are from Coven Hale in Washington, United States. We don't mean to cause any harm, we are only here in seek of an alliance."

The witch's eyes narrowed, "You want an army."

"We want an alliance," Eileen corrected her, tone firmer than it should have been. She was on edge from the threat on her familiar's life.

The witch inclined her head, and nodded gently. She gestured to her familiar for her to follow and raised her hand waving it in the air to pass through the barrier. Eileen and Mariah exchanged a glance before following with their familiars.

They walked through the rock wall and into the mountain, which revealed a cave tunnel that they walked through. "My name is Mary-Ann Carlyle," the witch finally introduced herself. "But I think you already knew that."

"We had a clue," Mariah muttered, holding Eileen close.

"This is my familiar, Malachai. Humble apologies for his behavior, these are times of war. You must understand."

Although Eileen was reluctant to forgive and forget, she simply nodded and remained silent. They finally reached the end of the tunnel and looked out at the large cavern that was the inside of the mountain. It was created and protected through magic-if it had not been, it would have collapsed a long time ago.

There were witches and warlocks all around, some rushing to get places and others not as urgent. It was clear that the atmosphere in the place was not exactly calm or pleasant, a calmer panic than it had been with Veda, but a panic nonetheless.

Mariah sighed, looking around at the slight disarray. "So are you planning on hiding or joining?" she asked, a part of her already knowing the answer.

Mary-Ann looked over her shoulder slightly before she spoke, "Neither. I'm protecting my people. Veda Lynn has already chosen a side. She deals with divination, she knows things that we do not. She is a close ally, and you would do well to follow her judgment and preserve your people."

Eileen's eyes cast down, "What good is preserving a people, if we are all fighting condemnation?"

Mary-Ann sighed as she faced them, "If we join the losing side-"

"It isn't about losing or winning!" Mariah interrupted. "It's about standing for what is right. Do you know what this coming war is about?"

She tilted her head, "Some vampire and human had a child. Big deal, not our problem. What matters more is that witches are involved in this fight. A witch coven has joined a fight with and against vampires. If we go against them, they will kill us once they are through with them."

"So you are going to join a side who wants to kill a child? Kill an innocent child, and possibly two witch hybrids? Or worse, use them as a weapon," Eileen argued.

"And think about the rest of the population. They are not the only hybrid children, there are others of all kinds. You would be damning them too. Imagine not having the support of your own people? Imagine being condemned to die or used as a weapon because your own people were too afraid to stand for you," Mariah argued.

Eileen nodded. "That does not seem like standing tall. It sounds like submission."

Mary-Ann's face hardened, and she licked her lips with a shake of her head. "It appears our meeting will have to come to an abrupt end. You can come back to argue my alliances when you have more proof that we are not all in danger."

They went to speak, but she held her hand up and clenched it into a hard fist. The four of them were gripped by her magic and returned outside of the barrier of their home. They were locked out.

"Shit," Mariah muttered. "Shit, shit, shit!"

Eileen set a hand on her arm, moving them to cup her face before offering a smile, "We have other chances." Mariah locked eyes with her and nodded gently, lifting her hands to grasp her wrists. Sighing heavily, she forced a smile.

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Made with Love

Finally finding a moment to work alone and uninterrupted in her shop, she’d drop her tool-belt on her desk and pop open her orange soda.  “Okay.  So something that shows ‘im he’s important to me.  Emperor’s know my words suck so hopefully my engineerin’ can counter some of that.”  Pulling down an old worn journal from her bookshelf, she’d find the original plans for her wristpad.  The one she used to operate almost all her personal tech, toys and machinery.  It was even the key to her place.

Carefully, she’d detail the blueprints and calculations once again.  Comparing them both, her finger and eyes trailing each like to make sure they were perfectly symmetrical she’d start to tuck the journal away and then flush a soft shy smile. “No Eli.  Give him the original you can have the copy.”  Tearing the page out of her childhood journal, she’d set the carefully made but obviously done by younger hands blue print aside, tucking the copy in it’s place.  

It wouldn’t take her long to fasten and form a strap. She made sure it was quality leather...leather that she had secretly cured and worn for him in a way he’d recently showed her for a different project.  Knowing the scent alone would comfort him.  The circuitry she already had made waiting between parts deliveries helping him with his own work.  It was easy to cover up her soldering work when she was building him construction bots to ease with some of the heavy labor anyway.  

Laying out the circuit panel, she’d attach the wiring with a careful precise hand.  Looking down at her own wrist pad, “Oh Emperor’s! I’m running out of daylight!”  Slamming back the rest of her soda with a satisfied ‘ahhh’, wiping her mouth with the back of her work gloves, she’d get back to work, nimbly fixating the solar power converter so that just a few moments of sun could give it days of running power.  

Running down the stairs from her shop, panting for breath when she got outside, the sun low in the sky this would be a test for sure.  She’d wait holding it up facing the sun, trying to feed off the even the extra glint from the water as it got lower in the sky over the sea.  In the pink-purple of twilight, she’d press the switch, her breath catching, waiting to hear the beeps that it was working.  Sighing and grinning bright as the garlean tech screen came to blinking life, she’d run back up to her shop with new purpose.  

Now all that was left was to put it in it’s waterproof and sun glare reducing casing and firmly attach it to it’s leather strap.  She was done.  Another homework assignment of sorts completed for him.  And yet, she wanted it to be more...special.  Sure, she hoped he’d be happy.  From this wrist pad that matched hers he could operate all her toys and any new robots or tech she made for him could be run from it,

But it was her welcoming him in too.  A key to her home. A piece of her mind.  Sharing her technology she’d never really shared with anyone.  And she knew he liked to take things apart to figure out how they worked, so she made sure to have the original blueprints for him too.  So he could see, and learn and read them and know how it worked without needing to pull it apart.  Still giggling she’d write in her careful tight letters,on the bottom of the blueprint. It’s okay if you need to take it apart to see it. Love, Eli. 

Still, it wasn’t enough to her.  And besides, just handing him a bracelet and an old piece of torn journal paper, no matter what they led to seemed not very...romantic.  So after grabbing another soda and sipping it, testing the wrist pad for a solid bell and thinking how to make it even more special she’d gasp and bolt up, rummaging around her shop looking for old clockworks.  Grabbing a pretty worn box from the shelf in her sitting room she always liked. 

“Make him a puzzle box.  Tuck these both inside and give him clues to the gears.  If he lines up the gears with the correct numbers to answer it, it’ll unlock and he has his present.  Oh!  And I’ll make it so he can tinker with it and reset the locks so he can really use it to store somethin’.”  Again she’d be bent over her desk, working careful and precise most of the night, until a beautiful pattern of cogs and woodwork remained.  She thought it looked a perfect mix of Yiza.  The wood and natural materials of his shipwright and heritage and instincts.  But the well worked and precision and cool of the metal gears intertwined reminded her of his interests in learning and being reliable and forward and steady and always working, much like his mind.

Turning to her doll sitting as if observing the whole time, she’d giggle and ask, “Okay so I think I five questions to open the top.  And then, another surprise one for inside.  Any thoughts Dollie?”  Waiting for her to answer, she’d glower at her, “Well you ain’t no help now are you?”  

Glancing up at the shelf above her desk she’d gasp, “Oh!  That’d work!  Okay the first gear is set to four.  The number of Starlight light strands he gave me when he realized I wanted ‘em.  Oh and next can be... first column how many flowers he’s given me, which is one and then the second column can be how many letters spell the flower type. C-H-E-R-R-Y....so six.  So second gear needs to be set to sixteen.  Okay this isn’t so hard.  What else...”

She’d have to shake her head at some impossible to gear answers, like how many times he crossed her mind, or made her want to swat him with her tail and growl, but it wasn’t long until she had each of them plotted out.  Testing the top, she’d mutter under her breath. “Four, sixteen, twenty seven, two, four.  Lights, the flower, times until I said yes, engines, and how I feel about ‘im. Just gotta write those questions down for him.”

“Now for the inside gears....”  Working the last set carefully, these were letters, and when the letters spelled, “H-E-L-I-X”  the bottom most compartment would open.  It was there, she tucked in the blueprint.  In the box it’self, she’d place the wrist panel before sealing it up and letting it rest on top of her desk. 

Only a few hours remaining now before the sun would shine through her small bedroom window, she’d turn down the lights to her shop, the strand of Starlight lights growing brighter in the dark and causing her to smile warmly at them. Tugging at her work clothes, she’d leave a trail of them across her apartment on her way to her bed, crashing out almost as soon as she fell down in a plop upon it. Only waking with a groan when her maid bot beeped and poked at her, in it’s angry robotic way that it’s task to make her bed was being blocked by her sleeping body.  

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